it's not called lazy, it's called an art you talk a lot about what you don't know you say you wanna stay but always go you've lit a spark, but you'll
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
you hit the club) Tell 'em you came with me, (We gonna twist up) In the V.I.P. It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre, Motherfucker, you would say I
Fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are I wrote this song for you (For you baby, I'd find you) [x2] For you {for you}, and you (uh) For all y'all [
crimin-al lifestyle, keeps me animatin Let's turf talk before you niggaz thuggin it up It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up Dallas Squad blooded
thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with them
me keyed ni**a Everywhere I go ni**az holla at me, "Keep it real G" And my reply til they kill me Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but
of chin checks and eye swolls They know You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch Picture if you will seven deadly human beings
screw me? Do me cause I did a movie Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster And with my glock
at times I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime wit you, bought you some shells
law they at me Lookin at a thug keeping it raw I got you Fuckin with me wrong well look what happened Thugstas got it thugstas got it We on the same thang
